Haiku #240 – #242

240.

Hewn in the blue wombs
Of sleep, discordant dreams;
Infant precursors.

241.

Each word like an earth,
A predetermination;
Wired, its basket forms.

242.

Fireworks woke the Year;
With reports of dead cats and
Assassinated poets.

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